Sorry No Time To Play Uno With Dada

Sorry...No Time To Play UNO With Dada! Forgotten memory jarred beholding two decks UNO materializing from...thin air, (Spongebob Squarepants nonetheless), I vividly recall both offspring as bubbly little girls their most favorite card game both daughters grown into independent womanhood (playtime verboten shunted aside, they now chess attend Life) relished with zeal beating pants of this papa feigned shock, when fingers strained to the max grasping bulk of cards heard the word "UNO" followed by profuse laughter which round mirth subsequently invited eager plea to play board game "SORRY," outcome already predicted, but yours truly, he indulged revelling giddy atmosphere, and willingly acquiesced arbitrarily choosing least favorite color arranging game pieces, within designated starting place half heartedly perturbed nary a dice throw yielded thee requisite number one finally after Oracle of Delphi bore predicted rout with near defeat meaning either lass almost got all her "men" home, aye cast die for numeral uno, gingerly proceeded to roll dice, a long shot ambition to advance my four pawns, and exalt with sought after glee to edge ahead, but lovely girls strategy and motive (dispensing, donning, trumpeting... retribution – payback, when supposedly this “sir” mean) uttered sinister laugh as one or more selected mine "men" almost home happily sent back to start.